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POEM: oranges

Ambersweet_oranges

oranges

she always has oranges
and books about math
we watch from nearby
as we wait for her table
like hungry vultures
it looks warm outside
but it isn’t
there’s a cold wind
blowing through the afternoon
inside we’re sitting
on either end of a seesaw
trying to find the spot
where we used to balance

25 March 2013
Auburn AL

Published in Auburn My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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